That did make her pause, the dart wavering in her hand before she threw it. It almost missed the mark, almost, but there was still a popping sound that made her smirk. In French, she replied. "The heart of innocence. I like to flirt. It is fun, though I suppose it might get me in trouble one day."

She sighed. "My heart has been wavering lately, and I think I might be interested in someone." Someone who was not in these damned hallucinations and therefor a figment of her imagination, and someone who was not a distant girlfriend that didn't understand what she was going through. "But no, just innocent harmless fun. I hope I haven't been leading you on."